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hung up, trying to watch the car in front of him and the car behind him at the same time.
    Hawk thought for a second and then decided to stop following Frabrazio. They knew his name, they knew what he was driving. They didn’t know why he was visiting the Senator but things could get really easy if the FBI was already watching Frabrazio for any reason. Maybe there was someone undercover in the mob’s operation or maybe the FBI already had permission for a soft wiretap on him. He made a mental note to have Craig contact the LA office and see as soon as he got back.
    Now it was time to deal with this his tail. Why in the world would anyone be following him? He was determined to find out.
    He floored the accelerator and felt his truck jump forward underneath him. He watched the Tahoe fall back, the driver probably surprised and wondering what in the heck he was doing.
    Hawk smiled to himself, feeling satisfaction sweep over him. This was one of his favorite parts of the job. Anything unexpected that got his adrenaline going made him happy.
    Hawk flew through traffic, utilizing what he learned in numerous tactical driving courses, swiftly losing the Tahoe. He changed lanes frequently, swerving left, then right, then bearing right quickly down a side street and disappearing behind a parked RV next to a black warehouse building. He waited. The black Tahoe flew past, never seeing him.
    Hawk grinned and pulled out onto the road again. Now it was time to get this guy’s plate and go home. He found the vehicle and came up slowly behind it until he could read the plate. Then he fell back, hiding his truck as well as he could in traffic and turning around at the first opportunity.
    Once back at headquarters he wrote the license plate number down and ran in to start his investigations. Craig was on the phone. When he hung up Hawk turned to him.
    “Call LA offices and see if we have any permissions on Frabrazio.”
    “Already done. There’s nothing right now. He just went to trial for drug running, murder, and money laundering but it ended in a mistrial. The prosecutor is deciding on whether to try him again right now, but he’s been clean as a whistle for months and their soft tap has expired.”
    “Damn,” Hawk swore, wondering why he would possibly be here in Westwood Harbor meeting with Senator Oberlin. Was the Senator getting desperate? Was something big about to happen?
    Hawk pushed that out of his mind and walked to his computer, intending to find out who had been following him. He entered the license plate swiftly and blinked in confusion when the information came back.
    Craig came and looked over his shoulder. “What in the hell?”
    Hawk stood up and paced. “Why in the world would Drug Enforcement be following me?”
    Craig shook his head. “I don’t know man, but it can’t be good.”
    Hawk grabbed his phone. “Don’t I know it,” he muttered under his breath. “Who do we know in the DEA?”
    Craig grabbed his phone and flipped through his contacts. “Mack, Bade, uh, that’s all I’ve got.”
    “Ok, plus I’ve got Alexander and Trip. Who is highest ranking?”
    “Mack I think, he’s the assistant special agent in charge of the whole western region.” Craig was already dialing.
    Hawk stepped away and tried to wrap his mind around this whole thing. There was no reason in the world for the DEA to be following him. They only followed people they were investigating, and they only investigated people suspected of running drugs. Suddenly, Hawk felt very claustrophobic in the dimly-lit headquarters room, like the walls were closing in on him. He glanced at Craig, who had someone on the phone and was jumping right into business. Then he turned and walked to the door quickly, trying not to feel like he was fleeing from his life.
    He walked down the corridor and pushed the door open into the bright sunshine. He blinked, and checked his truck. It was right there where he left it. He looked up and down the road,